[Nathan just happens to be in the first place she looks. It makes sense—it's a good place to smoke, which she's glad to see he's doing, and it's not the lounge upstairs. The one still coated in sheets of his blood. Is someone going to clean that up, or is it just... there now?
Katy sits next to him on the edge of the fountain. She's got a fresh bottle of whiskey with her, because, like, same.
Oh, and she's still covered in his blood. Whoops.]
week 0; saturday post-trial; lobby
Katy sits next to him on the edge of the fountain. She's got a fresh bottle of whiskey with her, because, like, same.
Oh, and she's still covered in his blood. Whoops.]
You look like hell.